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and for a moment I'm floating // the reeking smell of cheap cigarettes slicing the back of my head // but only the stench of annihilation filling my lungs // getting drunk on a suicidal happiness // what a trash

the soot swimming in the nectar // dripping off the apollo's hyacinths that blooms in fits within me // searing scorching screaming suffocating // your face coming so close to mine // feeding off my throbbing fears

I'm floating // a few feet above a pyre fuelled by a rotten and rusty longing // cradling a burden, a body // must be the smoke stinging my eyes piercing out the tears // papa, put the fire to my face

or shall i do it for you // when i return from my stroll, out of the world // tired and muddy and free // distanced in a desolate disgust // no longer drenched in the fake lusts and smiles // with nobody to own me

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the above art piece has been created by _flying_high_ , to complement the poem. if you like the drawing, please go ahead and show some love and support to the artist behind the shades and hues.